i only drink enough to keep my hands steady.
VAMPIRE PROMPTS, ACCEPTING ( ... ) FEATURING LESTAT DE LIONCOURT & BIANCA SOLDERINI.
𝓣he pleasure of the feast, the pain of starvation, and everything in between … he had known others who denied themselves the sheer hedonistic bliss of the hunt; of human blood, even. Those who would rather restrict themselves than bear witness to the darker parts of their true nature. It infuriated him. Immortal creatures capable of so much, and yet so many seemed content to wither away into nothingness. Why should they not take indiscriminately, as God did? Why should he be anything other than exactly what he was? If she wanted to deprive herself, to stoop to such low levels, to cave in to a moral code that didn’t apply to them, these creatures of the night … so be it.
“Mm. How sad.” Lestat speaks plainly and monotonously, bored gaze obscured behind thick rimmed sunglasses. The pointed end of his glass-like talon is wedged between the ridges of his teeth, where he picks out a small chunk of flesh — fresh blood dripped down his chin, soaking the leather and gossamer of his outfit. He almost felt drunk off of it, the bodies piled high around him after a post-concert frenzy.
“Let me guess, was it Armand who told you that you had to be such a puritan, or did you come up with that all on your own?”
